Redhawk Caldera Ever Changing Tides of Time

He wasn't totally relieved, but it was something, at least. Killdeer let himself fall into her embrace, tucking his head along her shoulder blades, breathing in the scent of her:

Brecheliant, but fading.

Otherwise. . .her.

Amalia, he told her, pulling away after a long, cherished moment. Whatever you decide about me. . .please consider staying at Moonspear. Or one of the other Moon villages. Somewhere close.

There were choices, at least, if she did not want to be near him. But for his own selfish sake, he was desperately hoping she'd choose Moonspear.